Rivals

"Good morning, oppa." I smiled brightly at the sleepy figure that trudged out of the room, whilst I fired the blender in the kitchen.

"Soojung..." my older brother reaches in for a sibling hug, leaning his body onto my back for support. I struggled a little under his weight as he nuzzled his face on my head.

"Yoongi, you're smelly" I stuck out my tongue at him after I finished with the blender. He frowns slightly at my remark, but cherishes me too much to make a comeback like he usually does to others.

It would probably be a shocker to those around him that the cold and distant Min Yoongi - is protective over his little sister.

"Soojung, do you have time later?" Yoongi plops himself on the couch, staring blankly into space. I glanced over at his appearance, and snickered at the sight of his tousled bed hair and loosened buttons.

"I did the chores yesterday, so I have alot of free time," I responded, pouring the juice from the blender into a cup. "Why do you ask?"

"I'm going to meet my friends. You should come along and make bad life decisions with me." He quoted casually, lying down in a comfortable position while scrolling through his phone.

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"Is Yoongi hyung coming soon?" I peeked over at the lounge, where the rest of them were bickering about the difference between a peck and a kiss.

"He's coming over in a minute!" Taehyung calls over in a giggly voice as Jimin begun to tickle him on the floor.

to just act the same. I pulled the tight shirt off and threw it onto my bed, proceeding to change into my grey sweatpants. Since my hair was still damp from a shower, I hung a towel over my neck.

I strolled around the house in a carefree motion, ruffling my hair occasionally with the towel. I watched questionably as Namjoon blasted porn on my flatscreen tv, the younger ones giggling at the scenes

"Aish, hyung! Please tone down the volume!" I complained over the moaning sounds that resonated through the walls and the entire building. I made up my mind to start Overwatch, in attempts to ignore the noises polluting

the commotion. It must be Yoongi

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While the tune sounded as he did, it was impossible to not notice the weird noises emitting from the other side of the door.

sight that made me want to wash my eyes in holy water and perhaps enlighten myself for the

screen that was displaying uncensored scenes of body parts I didn't want to witness. As any other normal virgin would do, I closed

voice yelling to the direction

I couldn't open my eyes to check because there was a bare chest pressed against my face, and an arm around my neck. I noticed a sweet scent of soap that hit me as soon as

his chest in a protective stance, and preventing me from seeing

can open your

my torso. It was a sight much more pleasurable compared to what

Jungkook was shirtless, the locks of his damp hair stuck onto his forehead. My vision then travelled down to his neck where a towel hung loosely, and further down where his chiseled abdomen was flawlessly displayed in full view altogether with a pair of grey sweatpants that adorned the below.

here. Or more like, his

bunch of boys crowded on it. It was hard

wearing a black turtleneck and ripped jeans, his hair pulled to the back. The slim jaw was prominent against the clothing, accompanied

by the side. My

at my side profile, observing me closely. His grip around me loosened as realization hit him like a